As I wrote earlier, I am a person of the system, and in order to feel comfortable, I need to control everything myself, understand the essence of everything that is happening and follow the planned schedule. So it was with pregnancy.
Everything went well, only one worried – I can not influence the date and time of birth, and therefore be as ready as possible (morally especially), too. Actually, that’s what happened.
My pregnancy was full 37 weeks, when at half past five in the morning I broke something inside and the water broke. I, naturally, reported this to my husband. And he guess what?
He reminded me of my time, that it was too early for me and in general, it was not water at all, but I … described myself … There was nothing harder than a sneaker, so he got off very easily. True, when I called the ambulance, I asked the dispatcher again if I could … What she never told him would never know, but something that just woke him up and made me feel.
When the ambulance arrived, we sat in the kitchen, I informed the doctor expertly about the outpouring of the front waters and was inwardly glad that I had nevertheless wiped the stove from the soup (otherwise it would be inconvenient). The poor doctor mumbled something bad about the Internet and similar reader-users and offered to move.
In the ambulance, some young nurse (or intern) decided to support me, knowingly convinced that everything would be fine, etc. Did I really look so bad at that moment? And at this time, my husband was driving behind us – with bags already prepared in advance and eyes large with horror.
When we were placed together in the generic, I remembered that a huge box of cinnabon buns was left at home. And then I believed in my husband’s version: for a couple of seconds I wanted him to be right …
But the doctor came and said that the process had begun, and I don’t see one hundred percent today. But if I also do not give birth myself within 6 hours, they will not only feed me, they will also stimulate me. But I didn’t want to …
These 6 hours swept very quickly. I didn’t feel anything practically, especially of all that horror, about which everyone writes like that, tells, and about what some kind of mother-shrine from the next clan shouted.
We laughed, joked, forgetting a little where we were. But then they put all the same drip. I began to laugh less and less. I asked to bring pizza and Coca-Cola (this was the last request of the pregnant!), But I was ignored.
Being already on maternity leave, I actively attended the maternity school, where we were told about partner labor, massages, various manipulations, breathing techniques. So what do I know 🙂
Somewhere around three o’clock we jumped on the ball, massaged the waist in parallel and went to the shower. By the way, the dropper is a useful thing, you can rely on it perfectly 🙂 During the fights (as we were taught), I smiled: you see, less muscles are involved, and therefore energy and forces. But, as my beloved husband said, I still had that smile, dzhakondovskaya. So, we had fun at the fights.
But when the attempts began, I asked my husband to leave. This decision was made by me long before and the requests of the husband did not work.
The process has begun, we talked with the doctor about the moment when I had to push, breathe through the contractions, so I got ready and … the door opens, my loved one’s head protrudes and this head says: Anya, breathe as you were taught! And I, a quiet chamomile girl for the first time in my life shouted: Fuck you !.
The doctor laughed and after two attempts I already gave my son. Three hours we spent a family in the new composition in the generic. I think this was the most emotional moment in our life.
Then my nude friends asked: Well, really, it hurts ?. To which I answered everyone that it was much more pleasant to do. But given the fact that I have a very low pain threshold, that I always at the dentist (even on examination) ask for anesthesia, I think that childbirth is not as scary as they are painted.
And also, I have only positive memories from that day: it is fun, and happiness, and love, but by no means what is passed down from generation to generation to frighten young girls.
Easy childbirth! 🙂